The August Scene Home holidays, certainly, get their place in
our programmes, August Bank Holiday last Monday finding the documentary B.B.C. at the Zoo and the Serpentine, in the South Kensington museums, at cricket and athletic meetings and motor-cycle races, on river cruises, by fun-fairs, in bathing pools, at Promenade Concerts and circuses. The Third Programme, I am happy to say, kept its form, and paid not the slightest attention to the Bank Holiday. There was not.even a talk on " Shrimps and Watercress pre-1400 A.D."
On Monday night, too, there was Mr. James Bridies It Depends What You Mean, a play (Mr. Bridic calls it " an improvisation for the Glockenspiel ") with a village Brains Trust running deliriously out of hand. This was wonderful fun on the radio, as it was on the stage. Mr. Bridie is a consummate conversationalist, and this play is a great argumentative frivol. I observe also that yet another Trollope serialisation—Is He Popenjoy?, renamed (and rightly so) Mary Lovelace—has begun on the Home Service. I say, " I observe," for I have not heard, being prepared to take its excellence on trust. I am surfeited with Trollope's air-borne clerics.
LIONEL HALE.
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